Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ? I went on, my mind full ofstrange thoughts, hovering between certainty and all our toil, were all our troubles, privations, andsufferings to end here ? It seemed incredible, andyet— Out of the shadow-land of doubt, certainty wasat last beginning to dawn. Again the sound of a dogyelping reached my ear, more distinctly than ever; Isaw more and more tracks which could be nothing butthose of a dog. Among them were foxes tracks,
Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ? I went on, my mind full ofstrange thoughts, hovering between certainty and all our toil, were all our troubles, privations, andsufferings to end here ? It seemed incredible, andyet— Out of the shadow-land of doubt, certainty wasat last beginning to dawn. Again the sound of a dogyelping reached my ear, more distinctly than ever; Isaw more and more tracks which could be nothing butthose of a dog. Among them were foxes tracks, andhow small they looked ! A long time passed, and noth-ing was to be heard but the noise of the birds. Againarose doubt as to whether it was all an illusion. Per-haps it was only a dream. But then I remembered thedogs tracks; they, at any rate, were no delusion. But 528 FARTHEST XORTH if there were people here we could scarcely be on Gil-lies Land or a new land, as we had believed all the win-ter. We must, after all, be on the south side of FranzJosef Land, and the suspicion I had had a few days agowas correct, namely, that we had come south through. FRANZ JOSEF LAND an unknown sound and out between Hooker Island andNorthbrook Island, and were now off the latter, in spiteof the impossibility of reconciling our position withPayers map. It was with a strange mixture of feelings that I THE JOURNEY SOUTHWARD 529 made my way in towards land among the numeroushummocks and inequalities. Suddenly I thought I hearda shout from a human voice, a strange voice, the firstfor three years. How my heart beat and the blood rush-ed to my brain as I ran up on to a hummock andhallooed with all the strength of my lungs! Behindthat one human voice in the midst of the icy desert—this one message from life — stood home and she whowas waiting there ; and I saw nothing else as I mademy way between bergs and ice - ridges. Soon I heardanother shout, and saw, too, from an ice-ridge, a dark formmovin
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